"Oh!"
"That was all just foolishness from my youth." Cen Haonan patted the green dragon tattoo on his arm and smiled. He had run the streets in his youth and been a gang leader. But as he aged, he left that world behind and got a legitimate job.
"It's a nice-looking tattoo," Su Xuan said with a smile.
He and Cen Haonan then left the bar and walked over to Su Xuan's car, where they saw several security guards protecting the Koenigsegg.
"You can all go now," Cen Haonan said, dismissing the security guards.
"Here are the keys." Su Xuan handed the car keys to Cen Haonan.
As the saying goes: laymen watch the spectacle, but experts see the craft. Cen Haonan was clearly an expert. He didn't rush to get in the car and poke around aimlessly; instead, he opened the hood and inspected the engine.
